Facing the Widowmaker

On a field of battle
underneath these wintry stars
in a nightmare of gloom
gazing at the shadows, the advancing doom

I'd find honor in standing firm here with you
facing that voracious darkness
holding fast with any that were foolish enough to fight
and wise enough to know that we must not give flight

those who'd rather wake and know they've tried
than yield to let the heart grow cold

defend the widows and fatherless
choose substance over emptiness